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bedlamsbard) wrote2007-09-25 03:58 pm
bedlamsbard) wrote2007-09-25 03:58 pm
let's not get into how K-Ville makes me write Bardverse
Two Bardverse snippets, both from King Rat.
Following the events of "Omerta", the schism between Mac Taylor and Danny Messer begins to grow, finally culminating in Danny leaving the Crime Lab for good and joining up with his uncle Val Constantine, don of the Constantine Family. Five years later, Danny Messer and the NYPD Crime Lab reunite in "The Man Who Wasn't There" to work a cold case involving a federal agent who disappeared in the wake of Luciano Constantine's trial and sentencing. Shortly afterward, Don Flack left the NYPD and transferred to the New Orleans Police Department, where he was partnered up with Bill Lamontagne. The next story in the Bardverse is "Drought", revolving around the murder of D.J. Pratt. "King Rat" would take place roughly a year afterwards.
Bill Lamontagne, for reference.
"You all right?" Lamontagne asked quietly.
Flack was staring straight ahead at the familiar skyline visible through Mac's windows. The last time he'd been in this room, he'd put his badge, his gun, and his letter of resignation down on the desk in front of Mac and walked out without ever once saying a word. This time --
"No," he said to Lamontagne. "No, I'm not really."
"You want to turn this around and go back home?"
"Sure," Flack said, "but I already ran out on New York once. I'm not leaving unfinished business behind again." He pinched the bridge of his nose between two fingers as the door behind them swung open; he could see Mac's profile reflected in the window across from him.
"Detective Flack. Detective Lamontagne." He didn't sound happy.
Flack sighed, muttered, "Showtime," under his breath to Lamontagne, and stood up, turning to face Mac for the first time in two years. "Lieutenant Taylor."
Mac's eys glanced over him, weighing and calculating. "Thanks for coming up," he said grudgingly.
Lamontagne smiled disarmingly. "Anytime the NYPD needs a favor the NOPD's glad to oblige," he said in his soft southern drawl. "Just glad there's something we can do for y'all."
"Where's Habner?" Flack demanded, thinking let's get this bitch over with.
"Can just anyone buy you a drink or is that a cops only kind of gig?"
Flack glanced sidways and grinned. "Someone send out a bulletin I was back in town?"
"Heard it on the grapevine," Danny said, waving down the bartender. His wedding ring caught the light and threw it onto the bottles racked behind the bar. He leaned around Flack. "You must be the new partner."
"Bill Lamontagne," Lamontagne said, holding out his hand. "You must be the old partner."
"Danny Messer. Nice to meetcha." He shook Lamontagne's hand and sat back, digging a couple bills out of his pocket and tossing them onto the bar. "You look good, Flack," he said, studying his face. "New Orleans must agree with you."
"Well, you look like hell," Flack told him. "How's the Mafia gig going?"
Danny, who'd raised his beer to his lips, paused and looked at him. "You a lot easier with it now that you're not in the same city as me anymore?"
Flack shrugged. "I got enough problems down in New Orleans without worrying about the ones back here. What's done is done, Danny."
"We're still at war with Lucky, if that's what you wanted to know," Danny said. "And my kid's three and starting preschool, which is a bitch to provide security for, and that's not even counting that Frankie's pregnant again."
"Congratulations," Flack said.
"Frankie's my wife," Danny added for Lamontagne's benefit. "Her brother's consigliere to a don down in Boston, and she's a hell of a woman. A hell of a woman. She got shot a year back, which was totally Mac's fault -- never even blinked the entire time they were picking the bullet out of her."
"She all right?" Lamontagne asked.
"Yeah," Danny said. "It didn't hit anything vital, but West fucking freaked when he heard about it. Went after me as soon as his plane hit the tarmac." He touched the scar on his jaw thoughtfully, then shrugged. "How 'bout you? How's the Big Easy treating you?"
"Better than up here," Flack said. "Still got people shooting at me, though."
Following the events of "Omerta", the schism between Mac Taylor and Danny Messer begins to grow, finally culminating in Danny leaving the Crime Lab for good and joining up with his uncle Val Constantine, don of the Constantine Family. Five years later, Danny Messer and the NYPD Crime Lab reunite in "The Man Who Wasn't There" to work a cold case involving a federal agent who disappeared in the wake of Luciano Constantine's trial and sentencing. Shortly afterward, Don Flack left the NYPD and transferred to the New Orleans Police Department, where he was partnered up with Bill Lamontagne. The next story in the Bardverse is "Drought", revolving around the murder of D.J. Pratt. "King Rat" would take place roughly a year afterwards.
Bill Lamontagne, for reference.
"You all right?" Lamontagne asked quietly.
Flack was staring straight ahead at the familiar skyline visible through Mac's windows. The last time he'd been in this room, he'd put his badge, his gun, and his letter of resignation down on the desk in front of Mac and walked out without ever once saying a word. This time --
"No," he said to Lamontagne. "No, I'm not really."
"You want to turn this around and go back home?"
"Sure," Flack said, "but I already ran out on New York once. I'm not leaving unfinished business behind again." He pinched the bridge of his nose between two fingers as the door behind them swung open; he could see Mac's profile reflected in the window across from him.
"Detective Flack. Detective Lamontagne." He didn't sound happy.
Flack sighed, muttered, "Showtime," under his breath to Lamontagne, and stood up, turning to face Mac for the first time in two years. "Lieutenant Taylor."
Mac's eys glanced over him, weighing and calculating. "Thanks for coming up," he said grudgingly.
Lamontagne smiled disarmingly. "Anytime the NYPD needs a favor the NOPD's glad to oblige," he said in his soft southern drawl. "Just glad there's something we can do for y'all."
"Where's Habner?" Flack demanded, thinking let's get this bitch over with.
"Can just anyone buy you a drink or is that a cops only kind of gig?"
Flack glanced sidways and grinned. "Someone send out a bulletin I was back in town?"
"Heard it on the grapevine," Danny said, waving down the bartender. His wedding ring caught the light and threw it onto the bottles racked behind the bar. He leaned around Flack. "You must be the new partner."
"Bill Lamontagne," Lamontagne said, holding out his hand. "You must be the old partner."
"Danny Messer. Nice to meetcha." He shook Lamontagne's hand and sat back, digging a couple bills out of his pocket and tossing them onto the bar. "You look good, Flack," he said, studying his face. "New Orleans must agree with you."
"Well, you look like hell," Flack told him. "How's the Mafia gig going?"
Danny, who'd raised his beer to his lips, paused and looked at him. "You a lot easier with it now that you're not in the same city as me anymore?"
Flack shrugged. "I got enough problems down in New Orleans without worrying about the ones back here. What's done is done, Danny."
"We're still at war with Lucky, if that's what you wanted to know," Danny said. "And my kid's three and starting preschool, which is a bitch to provide security for, and that's not even counting that Frankie's pregnant again."
"Congratulations," Flack said.
"Frankie's my wife," Danny added for Lamontagne's benefit. "Her brother's consigliere to a don down in Boston, and she's a hell of a woman. A hell of a woman. She got shot a year back, which was totally Mac's fault -- never even blinked the entire time they were picking the bullet out of her."
"She all right?" Lamontagne asked.
"Yeah," Danny said. "It didn't hit anything vital, but West fucking freaked when he heard about it. Went after me as soon as his plane hit the tarmac." He touched the scar on his jaw thoughtfully, then shrugged. "How 'bout you? How's the Big Easy treating you?"
"Better than up here," Flack said. "Still got people shooting at me, though."
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I love how Danny and Flack are still talking, even if it's not on the same level as they once did, but Flack is starting to come to terms with Danny's life, and it's like there's a chance that maybe some shadow of their past friendship can exist again (though, hell, Danny'll probably say something and fuck it up again, and I wouldn't be surprised :D). Why are Don and Bill in NY? And I assume Lamontagne knows about Danny and the mafia thing?
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Flack and Lamontagne are in New York because a major politico was killed, and a guy walked in to the precinct claiming he has information on the murder, but he'll only talk to Detective Flack. And after a lot of yelling between Mac (who wants to forget that Flack ever existed, and would prefer to solve the case using science) and Gerrard (who's pissed at Flack for leaving so abruptly, and just wants the case solved as fast as possible), the NYPD put in an official request to borrow Detective Flack from the NOPD for a little while and Flack agreed so long as he came up with his partner and he could work the case his own way.
Lamontagne knows about Danny leaving Flack for the Mafia because Flack told him a couple years back when they first started working together. It's never been a particularly big deal because it doesn't affect him directly. (It affects him in the sense that Flack was really uneasy having a partner for a while, but they're mostly over that by now.)